Poem March 22, 1947 Issue

Promises from Isaiah

OLGA FLOHR CRAY

"To give unto them beauty for ashes."
Never sublimer promise sounded
To rend the sense-bound tomb
Where long since our tainted joys.
Our mortal sins and desolations,
Consumed in their despairing fires
Lie cold and lifeless.
We need but rise
To see Life's gift of beauty!

"The oil of joy for mourning."
Listening enraptured now, we hear
Love's tender, radiant words
Lift with their triad quickening grace
Our stricken hearts,
And for each wound is recompensed
A joy from heaven.

"The garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness."
Now fall the heavy senseless burdens
From our bowed shoulders.
We lift our heads and sing
And glorify our God.

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